Thank you to KuroEngel_OG for the conversation that brough about this story.

(Y/n) looked up as Galon, one of the ellons that had been with Legolas' group when they had ventured out into the woods after the latest spider attack, came into the room.

"The king wishes to see you........" The chestnut-haired guard informed her, before nodding politely and leaving her. A sigh leaving her lips as she got to her feet.

She knew that he would not be happy; she had gone against his orders and left the palace. She had followed after Legolas and the others, in hopes of helping the prince after the encroachment of the spiders; it the closest the eight-legged abominations had ever been to the palace. And though she had hoped that Thranduil would not find out about her little trip beyond the safety of the palace, she knew that she should have known better. This was his kingdom, and a part of her believed that there was not a leaf that fell, without the Elvenking knowing about it; so, punishment was inevitable, and she would take it just as she had taken all his other punishments.

Slowly she made her way to the throne room. Her heart hammering against the inside of her chest as the guards spied her, nodding respectfully as Galon had done, before opening the doors. (Y/n) taking a deep breath, as she made her way inside.

As always, he was there sat atop his throne, the king of wood and stone. The great Elvenking Thranduil, her king. Hesitantly, she looked up at him; to her eyes, he was the most beautiful ellon in the whole of Middle-earth. His form crafted expertly by the Valar themselves; his hair shimmering like moonlight, in the glow of the lanterns that illuminated the expanse. (Y/n) suddenly finding it hard to breath as he turned his attention from the advisor to her. Her eyes falling to look at the floor, as the king dismissed the older ellon; Thranduil not moving until they were alone. She already feeling her body react as she sensed him rise from his throne before slowly making his way down the staircase.

"You disobeyed my orders, (Y/n). Did you think that I would not discover that you had left the palace.........?" Thranduil began. His voice filled with menace, with anger; yet there was something more, something that only she heard, and it was already making her insides twist. The elleth gulping at the lump in her throat, as the king took her chin in his hand, and forced her to look at him. A whimper leaving her lips, as she saw the look in his eyes.

"Aran nin.......I just wished to aid Legolas and the others. I did not mean to............" The breath catching in her throat, as the king's face moved to just in front of hers.

"You disobeyed me, and you know what that means, don't you (Y/n)......?" (Y/n) nodding, as he let go of her chin and moved around her. A gasp leaving her lips, as he took her hair and pulled her head sharply backwards. His teeth grazing over her ear.

"I am going to punish you, until you remember why you are not allowed to leave the palace; why you should not disobey your king........." A moan coming from deep inside her, as Thranduil slowly kissed her neck.

"Or perhaps I should not punish you in the way that I normally would; perhaps you like the punishment too much, and that is why you keep doing what you shouldn't............"

"No! No, please.........I swear that I do not enjoy it, Aran nin. Please........please just punish me. I deserve to be punished. I know I was wrong; I was bad; that I disobeyed you........I need to be punished........" (Y/n) desperately interrupted, as she clung to the arm that Thranduil had wrapped around her waist; doing her best to breath as his lips continued to move over her soft skin.

"You will go and bathe; I want you out of these clothes and into one of the gowns I gifted you, and then you will come to my private rooms......do you understand..........?" (Y/n) nodding. Sure, her legs would give way, as he growled into her ear.

"Now get out of my sight..........."

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(Y/n) had bathed as quickly as she could, and dressed herself in the gown that she knew her king liked the most. The anticipation killing her, as she stood in front of the doors to the king's private chambers. The guards nodding, as the ones at the throne room had, before they pushed open the doors; Thranduil looking up, as she gingerly made her way into the room. The guard's bowing, as their king informed them that they would not be needed for the rest of the night. Her mouth becoming dry, as the king, slowly and elegantly rose from the chair in which he had been sat. (Y/n) sure that her heart would beat out of her chest at any moment, as Thranduil circled her.

"Take it off............." The Elvenking ordered. (Y/n) knowing not the disobey, to not anger the son of Oropher any more than she already had. The elleth pulling at the silken laces that kept the pale gown on her form. A slight whimper pushing passed her lips, as the soft material fell from her body and landed with barely a sound on the floor. Her form flushed, as she heard lust filled snarl come from her king.

"Get on the bed, face down.........." A new order came; (Y/n) quickly doing as she was told. Goosebumps spreading across her flesh, as the cold sheets on the bed, sent a shiver down her spine. Her finger's gripping at the pale cloth, when the first sting to her backside came.

"You will learn (Y/n); one way or another, you will learn. And until you do, I will continue to punish you........" The sound of a sharp gasp filling the room, as Thranduil's hand once again sent a sting of pain, through her.

"I.......I am sorry Aran nin. Please.........please forgive me......" Her voice trembling, as there was yet another slap. The elleth already able to feel the heat in her cheek. Her whimpers and gasps, replaced by a moan, as the king's hand softly ghosted over the reddened cheek. Her head dropping into the mattress, when she felt his lips, kiss her skin.

"You wish my forgiveness.............?" The question accompanied by another harsh slap.

"Yes, my king......I will do anything for your forgiveness..........." (Y/n) turning her head to see that Thranduil had stepped back. His outer robe already on the floor, quickly followed by his white shirt.

"Then you know what you must do............" The elleth nodding, before instantly rising from the bed; ignoring the pain from her backside, as she fell to her knees, in front of the Elvenking. Her long fingers making light word of the strings that kept his breeches together. Thranduil moaning, as his manhood was released; his head dropping back, as (Y/n) took him into her mouth. The king's hand grabbing at the back of her head, so he could push himself further, deeper down her throat. Her nails digging into his thighs, as she took in every inch of the Elvenking. Thranduil gripping onto the back of the chair, as he felt himself twitch inside her mouth, when her tongue swirled lazily around his erection. Yet as much as he wished to spill his seed down her throat, he was not finished punishing her yet. The king pulling her head back and forcing her to look up at him. Her eyes filled with tears, as she did her best to catch her breath.

"I am not done with you yet.......get back on the bed........." (Y/n) quickly getting to her feet, and resting herself on all fours as she climbed onto the bed. Her mind reeling, her body wanting to give in to the need that filled even her soul, for the king. The elleth trembling, as his hand moved to her womanhood.

"So wet........you are such a bad girl. You enjoy my punishment, far too much, (Y/n).........." Thranduil voice rumbled, before thrusting himself into her without warning. His hands holding onto her hips, as he found perfect rhythm. (Y/n) only able to grip onto the sheets, as he continued to punish her mercilessly. The elleth no longer able to speak, to even think as nothing but pleasure filled her. The punishment of her king, something she needed as much as air and sunlight. Something that she could not live without. Thranduil the one thing that she desired more than anything else. (Y/n) clinging desperately to the king of wood and stone, as she was suddenly flipped over onto her back. Loud moans coming from Thranduil, as he moved her legs high up on his waist, before thrusting himself into her again. Her fingers making their way into his hair, as he leant over her, and his lips, his teeth found her breasts. The air in the king's chambers filled with the sounds and scents of (Y/n)'s punishment.

"Tell me what you want............" Thranduil demanded to know, before his mouth found her breast again. His long, slender fingers, wrapping around her throat, as he felt himself getting closer. His harsh thrusts beginning to faulter slightly, as her womanhood began to tighten around him.

"I want to cum.......oh Valar.....I need to cum. Please, Aran nin....please......" (Y/n) begged. A subtle smile making its way onto the king's lips. Thranduil sure that there was nothing better than having the exquisite elleth not only begging him to punish her, but also to let her cum. To allow her to fall into the pleasure that only he was allowed to give her. The king's grip on her throat tightening, as he felt himself twitch again. And with just one word from him, the pair came together. (Y/n) clinging to his back, as Thranduil released his seed inside her. The two smiling at one another for a moment, before the king fell to her side and pulled her to him.

"Did I hurt you, my little dove...........?" Thranduil asked, as he carefully combed his fingers through her hair.

"No.......you never hurt me. You know I like to be punished. That I always love everything you do to me......." (Y/n) replied, before kissing his pale chest. Thranduil chuckling, before placing his own lips to the top of her head.

"Good, because we have the rest of the night to continue with your punishment. And punish you I will..............." The king replied, before pulling her on top of him.